Spill My Cup

You have to put the cup down

Put the cup down, what you mean, man? You trippin'

You either gon' stop or I'ma start hidin' it from you

You ain't gon' touch my stuff, man

I don't touch your stuff, don't touch my stuff

Don't you want to see your kids get big?

(We astronauts with this shit, my ****)

You trippin', man, it ain't even that deep, man, you tripping

Play with your grandkids

Man, you trippin', man, I'ma do all of that, trust me

All of that stuff is really, really, really important, I'm tellin' you

What you gon' do if I pour it out? Let me see it

Man, don't pour my shit out, what you talkin' 'bout? Don't touch my shit

Let me see it

Man, put my pint down, man

No

Put my pint down

(I just need my space right now)

Why should I?

Damn, you cut me deep, feel like I spilled my cup

Let's run up this bag until I'm rich as fuck (Let's run up this bag)

I work way too hard to treat this shit like luck (I work way too hard)

I been sensing hating from the ones I love

Pull up to the club, got me runnin' dubs

I can't hold a grudge, drag me through the mud

Pourin' fours of blood, pourin' fours of Wock' (Yeah, yeah)

Masterpiece my clock

Cost a half a dollar, quarter on my opps

Shit, I want 'em bad

Did a **** bad, now I'm in my bag

Carry-on by Louis just to hold my cash

It be hard to smile, 'member I was cryin'

**** on the 'Gram, I do it for the fam'

Do doughnuts in the Lamb'

The po-po come, I scram (Haha, yeah)

I had a talk with God, like, "Give me one more chance

I won't let you down, bro gon' work the pounds"

Brand new Nike tech, I'm finna serve the town

Watch collection mean, ain't gotta swerve around (No)

I was with my kid, I want 'em murdered now

Gotta see my face, gotta hear my name

Gotta feel my pain, fucked me up that day

Sometimes I be stressed, finna quit it all, give it all today

Took the harder way

I'm in the mall with bae, like, "Put your purse away"

You know it's all on me

Need help, then call on me

I still can't call a soul, that take a toll on me

That drank controllin' me

I'm who I'm supposed to be, no, I can't ask for shit

I got racks to blow, I got racks to get

Turn up for my kids

Look at how I live

Hermès in the crib, Hermès on my bitch

Hermès on my belt, I'ma tryna whip a brick

Say they want the old Ray, tell them ****, "Suck a dick"

I'm at the top, I'm lookin' down, they know I come from the trench

I just had a talk with Wilson, new Cuban gettin' lynched

You know we look like the mob, be quiet, you get pinched

I'm on Woodbridge side to side, fuckin' up my rims

Dior wheats to match the jacket, I rock 'em like they Timbs

You know, you know that I'm him (You know that I'm him)

Damn, you cut me deep, feel like I spilled my cup

Let's run up this bag until I'm rich as fuck

I work way too hard to treat this shit like luck

I been sensing hating from the ones I love